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When I was little, my family had a firm rule about Christmas or birthday presents. They never let me know what anyone was getting, because I am the biggest secret-teller in the family. Whatever I knew, everyone knew. As my brother puts it: “There four forms of mass communication – telephone, telegraph, television, and tell Arabella.”

Which is why I am sitting here, about to explode with the fabitty fabulousness of some secrets I am in on! I can’t reveal all yet, but I will just say, “Look out Publishing World – the Sizzlers Have Arrived!!!!”

I will give y’all one clue – it isn’t me! But some members of this wild and wonderful group have got some really good things in store for their readers in the next few months.

And that’s all I’ll say. Y’all are just gonna have to keep checking in here at the Sizzle to stay up on the news.

And speaking of secrets, some of you may be starting to get suspicious. Yes, it’s true. I am having a mad passionate affaire du coeur with Colin Firth. We meet up at the Hampton Inn in Crestview between his oscar parties and my school board meetings. What one must do for love. . . .

That last bit was just to annoy SaydeGrace, who thinks my obsession with all things Firth is a bit weird. And also so that I can use ODB as the wet man this week. Here he is, in all his British glory:

I want in on the secret! And before I begin to receive hate mail about me making fun of Romama and Firth it was all in good fun. I love her obession with the man, it takes attention away from my own obessions!